poem to risa, 6/12/11

my silence drags long
      like a hibernation
                     though
the truth of it is more
     in the         vein of a butterfly
focused intent             at times       erratic
with only brief experiments
                                         in rest -

that's a lie.
i sleep
          like the frogs must sleep
after a long concert.

my nights aside
                  i think of you
         and
wither at my distraction
                                and hope
                       this note serves
                as antidote

that your days
                        like mine
are full           of

marigold sprouts
the frogs in chorus
a canvas of clouds
the warm spark of love and friendship
and a clear voice
           lifted
      in like praise.